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• Artiste: Dead Elizabeth
• Titre: Of Succubi In Violent Rapture
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fire lay dying, hearth in the head holy don thy veils, for more than fire lay dead in the casket the virgins blue blood boiled red as unmasked went the virtue on which she viciously fed in the pews she sat somber and moral and grave but now in the grave she sits no longer a slave where the lord gave up hope, the dark offered much to turn yea youthful devout into a ripe succubus oh reverend, be still, she came to him cloaked in the night pardon my dark robes, ive such aversion to light savior hath warned that the flesh is weak but despite his past sermons, he darest not speak oh maiden, be still, she came in as the fire and bare bone-white skin as the maiden perspired innocence bleeding from her erotic jade eyes as warm crimson came flowing from her thankless cold thighs be men ye be mortal, and hence of ill demeanor for my tongue is quick and my ecstasy meaner and with that she bore daggers, under lips dark with fancy turned her wicked seduction on her creator and enemy oh heaven, be still, she seduced the sky and drew lust from the angels and made the omnipotent cry oh lucifer, be still, she requested of her master turn over thy crown and Ill turn tricks for your rapture undead but still parched alas she came unto me and in heavenly sadism bestowed her gift upon me when I arose the next eve for a bite the truth hazed with dreams, try as I might the scent of the dead, of the fair jezebel who wore wings like an angel but came straight from hell